Sometimes, I Hate Being Right…

I’d love to be right, especially if I’m in the middle of an exam of a very difficult subject. It feels good when I have the right answer to the questions listed. But you know, sometimes, I hate being right…

I’ve never told this to other people before. Not that I’m bragging about it, I have some kind of power to predict. Don’t imagine it like I’m some sort of mutated X-Men characters, I’m still your average college student. But sometimes, I get the feeling that something is going to happen, and miraculously, that ‘something’ comes true. Am I so damn lucky? I don’t think so.

Here’s some example: when I was in the 11th grade, I had a feeling, a dream exactly, that I will be meeting two people that will be my friend. And guess what? That dream comes true when I go to college. I’ve met two people that look exactly like in my dream. Another example is pretty much the same. Sometimes I go to a place with the feeling that I’m going to meet somebody I knew. Most of the time, it was true.

Still don’t believe it?

More example: when I was in the 7th grade, I woke up in the midnight. My father and mother was in the hospital, accompanying my sick grandfather. I couldn’t get back to sleep. Suddenly, the phone rang. I thought for a second that it would me my mother, telling that my grandfather had passed away. I answered the phone and heard my mother’s trembling voice, saying that my grandfather had passed away.

Here’s another recent experience. Last Saturday, I was awoken by a phone call from my friend. She said that her father was sick and she had to go home. It was around 7 AM. After the call, I got back to sleep. But suddenly, I was awoken by an incoming message alert and felt this strange feeling. I was afraid to see the new incoming message in my cellphone. I was afraid, that it would be a grieving news from her. But it turned out to be some commercial message from the provider. I was glad I was wrong, but last night, her father passed away…

Still don’t believe me? It’s up to you to choose whether you’re going to believe in my story or not.Totellyouthetruth,IknowwhenI’mgoingtodie…

It feels good to be right. I can feel some tingling sensation in my heart when I’m right. I feel more powerful that other people who are wrong. But in some cases, especially the ones that involve dying, I hate being right…

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  1. #1 by plain love on August 23, 2008 - 6:38 pm

    sometimes… yeah… sometimes… *trembling voices*

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